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The Song of Dalsarion: Seven

November 9, 2011 by

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‘You enjoy telling that one I can tell.’ I claimed. ‘Well of course I do, you should only tell those stories you’d like to hear and how you’d like to hear them! Let me hear no accusations of self-indulgence, if I cackle heartily with my telling, it is my time, and worthy spent. I can […]

Plug and Play

November 9, 2011 by

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I am off writing query letters today. Yes, I totally am. Shut up. I’m totally doing it. Right now. Okay, not right now. But like, in a minute. And in the meantime I am going to leave you with some things to entertain you. In case you haven’t heard (although if you’re remotely interested you […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Six

November 8, 2011 by

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4 ‘So what did you speak of?’ I asked. Later that day. ‘To my brother’s daughter, the future kingdom’s keeper?’ He asked. ‘Yes.’ I blushed. He smiled. ‘Do not answer me with such down-castness boy. ‘Did we speak of you?’ You must ask. And yes, we did so.’ ‘Then what did you say?’ Tell me! […]

Sometimes the World is Just Waiting for You to Notice

November 8, 2011 by

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I just had an ‘Oh‘ moment. You know what they are. That second when you suddenly put two and two together and reach such a blindly obvious four you wonder how you could possibly not have noticed it before. There’s a storyline I’ve been playing around with in the back of my mind for a […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Five

November 7, 2011 by

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A coach came, flourishing the dust from the ground. Our feet, and the horses hooves, had been too few enough to let our passing escape a dust-cloud’s notice. And the farmers here, surrounding, would never have paid that road much notice, not while the summer’s Sun, responsible for these dry-banks—where winter would make us a […]

This is How Books Happen

November 7, 2011 by

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So this. Which claims some high schoolers like to soak gummi bears in vodka in order to get drunk in class. I’m not entirely sure how this appeared on my radar. Perhaps someone just wanted to share the weird. Perhaps someone thought bears + alcohol = kandace. Which… okay. But… Me: That’s crazy. I mean, […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Four

November 4, 2011 by

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‘My father,’ to laugh at this. ‘He is an instrument maker. Though sometimes, when pressed he sung to people, out-with his tune.” ‘Badly I take it?’ He made me feel as a small child wandering down lost, narrow roads. And forever would—he made me mapless. ‘No. Not really. He taught me to sing.’ ‘And you […]

This is How Writers Plan Their Lives

November 4, 2011 by

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#seemslegit  

The Song of Dalsarion: Three

November 3, 2011 by

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2 As the deer Sun, starting her daily discipline denied for herself that repast at the shores of night. She in her searching, rose. There-in doing so, raising us all. Begun those muttered and lilting lines that the birds would continue throughout that day. As always, and a little behind the tune, Dalsarion awoke. ~~~~~ […]

I Have Tasted the Lemon Pudding of Victory

November 3, 2011 by

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There is a particular entrance to Royal Perth Hospital that is ridiculously difficult to drive to from where I live. Monday marked the third time I attempted this feat. The first time I had a lot of fun with one way streets. The second time I found out that in addition to an unnecessarily large […]

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